The strongest way to be narcissistic

Longkou Street is the most chaotic area in Mingcheng. For decades, it has been jokingly called the slums of Mingcheng, where dubious people live. But no one who has anything to do with Longkou Street is a good guy. .

Longkou Street has a history of [-] to [-] years. If you look around, there are basically iron bungalows. If you walk a little further inside, there are scattered self-built houses with three or four floors. Just by looking at the outer walls, you can tell that there are With many years of history, there is a sense of shaky ground, and it always feels like an earthquake will wipe out the entire army. Fortunately, this place has never encountered such a thing.

It is said that this place will be rectified. It is said that it has been five or six years, but there is no movement, and it is still firmly entrenched here.

Song Ange, who came back from the hospital, was reluctant to take a taxi, so he dragged his embarrassing body with a bandage on his head and a cat cage in his hand, and limped towards Longkou Street.

Song Ange has lived in this place since he was a child.

"Hey, isn't this the Song family kid? What? Is he going to fight again?" The old man outside the grocery store sat on a chair, showing his belly, shaking his legs with his legs up, gnawing at the bright red watermelon.

Seeing Song Ange's distressed appearance, he wiped his mouth with the back of his right hand, rubbed it against the white vest, and asked him in a strange tone.

The uncle's son was beaten to death by Song Ange for being a hooligan to the little girl of the Jiang family, and because of Song Ange's behavior, the police arrested him and put him in the police station for a few days.

Although the uncle's son was at fault, the old man must have favored his own son in his heart. His family's two daughters and one son, this son is still an old man, so naturally he spoils him endlessly.This feud, the uncle has forged a relationship with Song Ange since then.

Every time the old man sees Song Ange, he always has to say a few words, otherwise he will feel uncomfortable. He is looking forward to this hated little bastard being beaten to death outside, which is considered to be an outlet for his son.

Song Ange caused a lot of misfortunes, but this fate is hard, as long as nothing happens.The old master looked at the anger, but he couldn't give this kid a stick with a real sword.

"Come pack Ziyunyan." Song Ange was not in the mood to pay attention to the old man, and took out a crumpled ten-yuan bill from his pocket, and slapped it on the glass container facing outside of the grocery store.

The proprietress was teasing her little grandson inside, when she saw Song Ange, she said in a rough voice, "Ange, you can take it yourself, just put the money in the drawer, remember to close it for me."

It seems that Song Ange often comes here to buy cigarettes.

Being suffocated by the indifferent uncle, he saw that Singer Song An was still carrying a cage. "Hehe, you kid is planning to go home and stew cat meat. Is such a small size enough for you to eat?"

Song Ange's head hurts, he doesn't have time to argue with this old thing in the sun today, he just wants to go home and sleep until noon tomorrow.

Seeing Song Ange's leaving back, the uncle spit out a mouthful of watermelon seeds, and cursed in a low voice: "You really are a little bastard without a tutor."

Song Ange's family lives in the four-story building covered with moss on the outer wall in the third alleyway. He lives on the second floor. The house is of course rented, 450 a month excluding water and electricity bills.

The house is not big, [-] square meters with two bedrooms and one living room. The kitchen is located on the balcony, so it will be too crowded if you stuff a little stuff.

Before Song Ange took out the key to open the door, the door opened from the inside with a clang, and a woman dressed in dusty clothes walked out, with heavy makeup, looking at 27, maybe even older than this.

When the woman saw a handsome young man standing outside the door, her eyes lit up, she twisted her waist, and slapped Song Ange's butt.

"Little brother, do you want 300 yuan a day?" The sweet tone can make people sick to death.

Song Ange was dizzy from the smell of inferior perfume that hit his face, and felt a chill in his heart. "Fuck your hairless pheasant, stay away from me."

Hold!The old gambler brought this kind of dubious woman back to fool around. Wouldn't it be better to find a clean small hotel outside?

"You have a really big temper, but my sister likes it." The woman didn't get angry when she was scolded, but laughed wildly.

Song Ange resisted the urge to push people into the wall, and slammed the door in.

The shock caused several pieces of limestone to fall off the wall.

The small space is filled with piles of flowers, the floor and walls are piled up with paint that cannot be wiped off for several years, there are several boxes of moldy instant noodles on the coffee table in the living room, and a few used ones are thrown on the long sofa. Condom, and some white goo.

Song Ange's head hurt when he saw it, and the pain became more and more furious. He kicked the sofa, and his feet hurt even more. In the end, he could only curse in a low voice.

He opened the window to let out the disgusting smell in the room.The sound of splashing water in the bathroom annoyed him even more, and he wanted to rush over and kick the door a few times to drag out the people inside and beat him violently.

The bones in the cage meowed non-stop, probably feeling uneasy in the new environment.

Letting out a foul breath, Song Ange walked to his room resignedly, locked the door, and released the cat from the cage.

His room was not much bigger, and he could walk within a few steps. It was clean and simple, unlike the mess outside.There are two nails on the wall, and a wire is used to hang clothes.

There are not many clothes, just two sets of school uniforms, three T-shirts, and two pairs of slacks.

There is also a small table, without a computer, just throw a few books.He is not a studious master. He has not opened these books since they were brought back from school.

The last thing is of course the bed for sleeping, which is a bit bigger and longer than the sofa outside, and can be turned over carefully at most.

Song Ange has lived here for 17 years, to be exact, it will be 18 years in just over a month.

He grabbed a piece of cat food and put it in a small bowl, letting the kitten curl up under the bed and meow.His head hurts uncomfortably, and he wants to have a good sleep, what's the matter when he wakes up.

He fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, and he reluctantly woke up until the door of the room rang.

His face was stuffed into the pillow.He grabbed it casually, picked up something and smashed the door. "Can you stop annoying me!"

"You always have to eat when you're hungry. Don't you have money on your son? Let's treat your dad to a meal today. Just let him eat." The man outside didn't care about his son's bad attitude at all.

Song Ange opened the door and sneered at this man. "You have the money to find hundreds of chickens, but you don't have the money to eat ten yuan of rice?"

Song Cheng wanted to say something, but when he saw the white bandage on his son's head and the scratches on his face that couldn't be ignored, he was taken aback for a moment, and then reprimanded him like a stern father.

"What's the matter with you? You're fighting again? Tell you not to hang out with those cronies all day long. The college entrance examination is coming soon. Even though you are a sports student, your grades don't have to be very good, but your cultural grades still can't be sloppy. Besides, your physical examination scores are not top-notch, so if you want to get into a good school, hang on."

With a earnest appearance, he pretends to be a damn thing.

Song Ange folded his hands, leaned against the faded wooden door, and sneered. "Old man Song, you can't control yourself, so you don't have the right to blame me, right? Is there any use for studying? Look at you, a college student, you still look like this when you come out. Holding your unrealistic Art dreams have been muddled for more than ten years, my wife ran away with others, and even I have to borrow money from my underage son to solve the food problem, can you not be so useless as a human being?"

The relationship between Song Ange and Song Cheng is definitely not good.If outsiders looked at it, they would definitely scold Song Ange for not respecting the elderly, but does Song City have the capital to respect him?Song Ange's high school tuition fees were almost all paid by him during his vacation time working part-time to earn money, and even the three-month rent of this house was paid by him through gritted teeth.

What did Song Cheng do?Holding his broken painting utensils, he clamored to be an artist with ideals.

artist?The beggars are almost the same.

Being ridiculed by his own son, Song Cheng spoke with a smile like a normal person. "So you have to study hard, so you don't have to live so uselessly like your father."

This thick skin is annoying.

Song Ange wanted to get rid of old man Song quickly, and after pawing in his trouser pocket for a long time, he finally took out the crumpled money and patted Song Cheng on the shoulder. "Go away if it's okay."

This is the only cash that Song Ange has. Anyway, he will take the college entrance examination next month. After he gets his graduation certificate, he immediately packs up his luggage and slips away, wandering the society to live his own life. Who cares what will happen to Song City in the future.

Before Song Cheng could raise his hand to say thank you, the sound of closing the door ruthlessly told him not to hang around here to make fun of himself.

Song Cheng sniffed silently, found a set of relatively clean clothes that were not stained with paint in a pile of dirty clothes, and walked out of the house in blue and white flip-flops.Originally, I wanted to ask if I needed to bring Song Ange a supper, but after looking at the money in my hand, it was not enough, so I closed the door decisively and left.

Summer in Mingcheng is sweltering, and hearing the cicadas chirping at night is even more disturbing. Many people can't sleep at this time.When Song Cheng went downstairs, he could still see someone sitting in the yard blowing the cool breeze.

The alleyway past the rental house was full of shops selling supper, and Song Cheng wanted to go there to satisfy his hungry stomach.

"Fuck, whose car is this?" Song Cheng took out a cigarette and was about to light it, when he caught a glimpse of a red sports car parked 200 meters away from him.

Song Cheng squinted his eyes and leaned over to see what brand the car was. If he was not mistaken, it must be close to ten million, right?

Song Cheng clicked his tongue.Good guy, how can there be such a good car in this poor place?If those little bastards who know the goods see this, they must not throw it away immediately.

I don't know what the owner of this car is here for?Could it be an eight o'clock soap opera, where the rich and powerful bring their illegitimate sons to recognize their ancestors?

Song Cheng thought that there was no one in the car, but he looked towards the window, the window was open, and there was a man sitting inside, but his posture was not right, he seemed to have fallen asleep leaning on the seat.

He was still a young man, in his early twenties, with a refined appearance, he looked like a child raised by a noble family.He thought of his own son, if he had been born into a wealthy family, he would have been a suave young master no matter what, but unfortunately he was not lucky enough to become his son.

Song Cheng didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly wanted to look further ahead.

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone scared him so much that he immediately pretended to be looking at the scenery.

The people in the car were woken up, opened their eyes, and took out their mobile phones in a daze. "sister?"

When speaking, Song Cheng happened to meet the young man's eyes.

Even under the dim light, Song Cheng could see that the other party's pupils seemed to be blue.

"Well, I'll go back right away." The young man in the car naturally looked away from Song Cheng, looking cold and unfamiliar.

As the car started, Song Cheng stopped paying attention and walked towards the supper place humming a tune.

The sports car left in the opposite direction to him, and when the car stopped halfway through, the young man in the car saw Song Cheng's back going farther and farther under the dim street lights from the outside mirror.

Until it can't be seen clearly.

The people in the car leaned back, covered their eyes with their arms, and sneered.

Song Cheng is alive.

"Qiao Peicheng, are you fucking out of your mind? Song Ange is in the past, but Qiao Peicheng is the present. Qiao Peisheng who has been in business for more than [-] years, don't think about doing those messy things about Song Ange."

Qiao Peicheng cursed a few words in a low voice, and then drove away from this "slum" that revealed the smell of poverty everywhere.

This is the place where Qiao Peisheng lived for more than [-] years when he was Song Ange.